After entering the tavern, he was left aside, and then he watched Locke, who had a drunk father and a gang debt collection scene. He was a little novel and sympathetic to the civilian life that took place at the bottom of Evra City.

He naturally sympathized with Memira. Although Memira spoke with her Uncle Craun and the strong gangster Wally outside the door and others, this sound did not escape Locke's ears.

If we take the status and Locke's current strength, it is enough to compare him with the most noble people in the Fusen Kingdom. However, in the face of the misfortune of these lower-class civilians, his most rational way is to watch coldly.

I don't know how many ordinary people are as pitiful as Memira in this world. There are millions of civilians at the bottom of the Kingdom of Guangfusen. How could Locke take care of them all?

Moreover, Locke has no obligation to help them.

The blood on his hands may fill Evra City. Locke is not a bad guy, he is an executioner.

"Dear guest, what wine do you need?" Amyra's glutinous voice came. This was a soft and glutinous person unique to a thirteen-year-old girl.

The owner of this Rose Flower Tavern is very good at doing business. The clerks selected are all underage girls under the age of fifteen. The fragrance and vitality of the girl not only raise the level of the tavern, but also not much cost, but also attracts many repeat customers.

But if these customers want to do something to force buying and selling in public and bully these girls, the thugs that the bosses spend a lot of money to support are not just for a good meal.

Of course, there are two types of people or three types of people.

One is the nobles. They are forced to accept the common women, sometimes it is a blessing for ordinary girls, because they no longer need to work hard for life.

One is a wealthy businessman who allows one husband and three concubines in the law in the Fusen Kingdom, and has enough money, so it is not uncommon to marry more wives and concubines.

The last type is adventurer, which specifically refers to the kind of adventurer with extraordinary power. Whether it is powerful fighting spirit or magical summoning techniques, in the civilian circle of Evra City, it is a topic of conversation after dinner. The thugs raised by the boss cannot beat the adventurer with extraordinary power.

Memila's voice sounds very nice, which is due to her true nature and she also specializes in it. After working in a tavern for so many years, Amila has long become a qualified waiter.

Sometimes a pleasant voice is also a kind of enjoyment. Locke said that he didn't quite understand how experienced it was to experience ordinary people's life, but actually felt it was another matter.

Not to mention anything else, at least Amyra's appearance is more in line with Locke's aesthetic, in addition to her voice.

"Huh? Do you have ale here?" Locke looked at the menu in surprise.

People from all over the East Coast like to drink rum. Although the wine is higher than ordinary wine, Locke still prefers ale with a full body and long body.

In other words, Locke was more accustomed to drinking ale, which was a hobby that he had not changed for so many years from ordinary soldiers of the Kingdom of Fosterstein.

"Yes, our store's ale brewing technology was introduced from the Southern Kingdom of Posess and was very popular with past adventurers," Memira replied.

Locke's clothes did not look like a noble or a wealthy businessman, but he exuded a kind of momentum, a kind of momentum that made Memira afraid and made her involuntarily admire. Memira had never felt it in the adventurers before.

Could it be that Memira felt a little excited?

The wine ordered by Rock is the most common ale in our store, but there are several levels of ale. For example, the cheapest one that Memira had previously drank, a cup of seven copper coins.

Under Memira's subconscious awareness, Locke chose the two most expensive ale wines in our store.

"There are only two types of bars, two bottles each. I'll try it any differently." Rock said.

Customers who drink in the tavern often count by glass, and Locke needs four bottles when he comes up. Not only Memira is stunned, but also the customers around who hear Locke's voice also look at Locke curiously.

The person who drank some wine could not control his hands and mouth. The current situation was that there were already a few drunk men who were about to speak up and laugh at Locke.

Even adventurers who are known for their bravery rarely have ruthless people who drink four bottles of ale at a time, let alone the two highest-end ale wines in our store.

But when these guys who were about to speak rudely, when they reached their mouths, they seemed to be a duck whose throat was pinched. They opened their mouths for a long time but couldn't say a word. Instead, their faces turned red, which was scared.

Locke didn't need other means, just a little pressure was released, which was enough to shock the drunks.

Locke became more and more proficient in controlling power, especially when he was in the Roland family in Crimea City, where he mastered the ability to balance binghuo elements, which made his perception more and more keen.

The pressure of momentum was only targeted at the drunkards around who wanted to mock Locke and other customers who sat further away, but were not affected, so the Rose Flower Tavern seemed very normal at this time.

A thick layer of sweat with the smell of alcohol soaked her clothes. Several drunkards around her who were shocked by Locke suddenly woke up from their drunken state. Regardless of the wine that had not been finished on the table, they all paid the money and left the tavern in panic.

Even if it is less than one percent of the pressure of a land knight is not something that ordinary people can resist. Locke, who is not good-looking now, is the existence of a prehistoric beast in their eyes.

Memira was a little surprised to the customers who checked out and left around. She didn't attribute the problem to Locke. She didn't even know that Locke had just punished a few people who wanted to speak rudely to him.

Out of professional ethics, Memira has always been very attentive to such a "big customer". Those who can afford the most expensive wine will naturally not care about the tips for rewards.

"Do you need something else? If you only drink, so many bottles will make your appetite uncomfortable." Memira said softly.

On the surface, she said that, but in fact, she didn't care how many bottles of Locke could drink. The four highest-grade ale wine, her commission was like twenty copper coins after consumption. This time, she had to find food with her father in the next three days, so she didn't have to ask the fat man in the kitchen.

"Yeah, give me a plate of peanuts, and give me a plate of rabbit meat." Locke said.

The wine was obviously very high-end, but the dishes were average, which made Memira a little strange, but she wouldn't ask what she shouldn't have asked. After putting away the menu, she respectfully went to get something for Locke.
Chapter completed!